Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I WINZ! YOU SUXXORZ!

Disorder Rating
Paranoid Disorder: Very High
Schizoid Disorder: High
Schizotypal Disorder: Very High
Antisocial Disorder: High
Borderline Disorder: Very High
Histrionic Disorder: High
Narcissistic Disorder: Very High
Avoidant Disorder: Very High
Dependent Disorder: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: High

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AHAHA. I win at life, bitches.

ANYWAY… yeah. Back at school, did drama, it was fun, I am so off to the Cropredy festival this year. BOOYAH!

Ahaha… so I am in a slightly hyper mood. Shoot me.

MY F4K3 L337AG3 SK1LLZ PWNZ UR F4KE L3374GE! B1TCH!

Yours for now, if you wanted me, which you don’t, H0R!
- Abs x

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Friday, February 10, 2006

Chrissie.

Just an idea in drama, for our untitled piece at SYA. Comments welcome. The inkling of a character for me, which I wrote after getting back tonight, so don’t get too hung up on it.

Chrissie

This is my bed. And this here, this is my shelf, and it’s brown, and I don’t like brown but my mum won’t let me change the colour ‘cause she’s stupid. And last time I tried to paint over it she wouldn’t let me.

And on the shelf I keep all my Postman Pat videos – and I’ve got some Rosie and Jim stuff but that’s stupid because I don’t like Rosie and Jim. I like Postman Pat. Somebody asked me if I wanted to be Postman Pat. I said “No, because Postman Pat is Postman Pat.” They were a bit stupid. But Postman Pat’s a nice person, and he has a cat, and I like cats…

This is my computer, but it’s not five o clock yet, so I can’t go on it. My mum’s so stupid. It’s not that untidy. This is my bin, it’s a Postman Pat bin and it’s got a lot of stuff in it but it’s all in the bin. Mum’s really stupid because she thinks it’s a tip, but it’s not a tip, it’s a room, and she’s stupid if she thinks it’s a tip ‘cause it’s not. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

When it’s five o clock I go on my computer. Not before or after. Then I write stories – about Postman Pat – and they’re not very good, but I like them.

My Mum got rid of the old chair and I don’t like this one because I liked the old one. This one’s stupid. It doesn’t feel right and it’s all wrong and I want to pick it up and throw it. I don’t throw things that often. And the old one wasn’t even that broken. Not much. I just threw it. I got angry and cross and stuff.

Stupid.

I’m 16, if you were wondering. Yeah. And stuff. Why do I like Postman Pat? He’s the best man ever. And I know he’s not real. I’m not stupid.

I want to be a cartoonist. Except I can’t draw, so I’m not very good, so that’s a bit bad, but still…

Everyone’s got a chance.

In school drama, Madness in Valencia was the biggest mindfuck ever. Seriously, wow. I was speechless. The fact that someone said yes to me afterwards helped - but I’d rather not discuss that. I got complimented on my acting - and my skirt. The whole stilettos/wedding dress thing was… interesting, to say the least.

Currently, my drama group’s doing a piece about ‘Fame’, starring Marilyn Monroe, JFK, Elvis, Martin Luther King, John Lennon (ME ME ME!), Kurt Cobain (I swear his real name is Bert Cocaine) and Princess Diana. So, yeah.

Much theatrical love, dahlings.
Yours for now,
Abbi. The Thespian.
x

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